Right now, the kitchen is bustling with roommates selflessly giving of their substance and their talents to make a good dinner. Stirring pasta sauce, boiling water, making desserts and vegetables,they are laughing and talking as they work together. Christmas stockings line the walls. Paper snowflakes adorn the ceiling. Everyone is wearing red and green- a mix of pajamas, church clothes, and DI finds. There's something magical about this scene.
I don't know whether its the selfless service of the girls involved, or the sparkle of the Christmas season that fills my heart with happiness as I watch. Maybe it is the real, deep love I have for these ladies. They have become so much more than roommates. They have become sisters, my confidantes and my best friends. We have struggled through growing pains and accidents, but we have changed for the better, and it has cultivated a bright love and trust between us.
We agree that Apartment One was divinely orchestrated. We know that we needed to be here, in this five-room space. We needed to laugh over the creaking floors, the unwashed oven, the always-in-need-of-sweeping tile. We needed to be together. Each girl contributes a unique quality, a certain vibrancy that collectively affects us. I have learned so much from each individual beauty here. In a weird way, this has become a sacred place for me, with these girls as my angels. They have truly changed me for the better.
Though the road to perfection stretches far in front of us, it can't be denied that this experience has been part of God's infinite Plan. I have never loved people the way I love the members of Apartment One, and I'm grateful for the tender mercies that He has given me, sometimes through the mask of trial. They are God's beautiful daughters. He loves them, just as I do. I can never thank Him enough for His gift of their company. And also grateful that there's another semester of fun ahead of us.
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